Just Write {39}

June 11, 2012

A fluffy baby robin bounced around our patio door like a little plastic wind-up bird. I could hear that tick tick sound of the dial on his side even though it wasn’t actually there. I knew he was a boy because bright orange is pushing through the down on his chest. He click click hopped up on a chair and stared at me, head turned for his side-eye to get a good look.

I nearly cried for him because I know where he came from, his mama’s nest is right outside my kitchen dishes-washing window. I ran over to see if his brother or sister (I can’t see the chest) was gone or if his mama was around to find him way on the other side of the house. There was his sibling, head held up high searching around peep peep peep.

I wondered if the wind blew out our patio visitor because this day was so blustery and Asher and I went out to him while I explained why we can’t touch him. Then the chickens ran up and baby bird got spooked for what seemed like the first time. Up and away he went like he’d been flying for years, dodging branches on our big pine tree and heading out of our yard like the seasoned traveler he was pretending to be.

bye bye birdie and good luck little fella. I wonder if a Mama robin has a heartache after her babies take off because it’s time and they’re too big for the nest or because they blow away on a gusty day. I haven’t seen her back at the nest since her boy’s appearance too far away from his first home. Maybe she’s out looking. If she is or if she isn’t, I doubt she blames herself for the hard parts of his inevitable freedom, like big and scary chickens or strange human beings inching closer. Mama birds probably know that’s just how it is.

:::::

This is the 39th installment of Just Write, an exercise in free writing your ordinary and extraordinary moments. {Please see the details here.} I would love to read your freely written words so join me and link up below. You can add the url of your post at any time. Just be sure it’s a link to your Just Write post, not to your main page. Then please link back to this post in your post so people know where to go if they’d like to join in.) (Any links not following those two guidelines will be deleted.)

Also. Please take a moment to visit someone else who has linked up! It’s a really good way to meet new writers and get inspired by the meaning behind their moments. Word?

Always enjoy your Just Write post. This one is no exception. Love bird watching and you had me right there beside you watching every minute. Lovely.Shelly Miller recently posted..When it’s Time to Ask for Help

Beautiful! It reminded me of a time that a baby bird “fell” out of his nest on our porch what I thought was too soon and how worried I was for him – until he just took off. I was worried about your little bird for a moment, too.Ellie {Musing Momma} recently posted..Me & Bee {Just Write}

Amazing, how that mother heart just kicks in and is stirred up and swirled around by babies, furried, feathered, and otherwise. My heart ached a bit just reading your words. Beautiful, Heather. Thank you for the hospitality here. I am grateful.

Just beautiful, as always my friend. (I can’t wait to get out of the muck and start writing about lovely things again.)

Also? My mother would love your kitchen. When they were looking for a new house, her first priority was a window above the sink. She always said, “If I have nature to look at while I’m doing it, I don’t mind washing the dishes so much.”Varda (SquashedMom) recently posted..Things my mother said to me today